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They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

Mira sat cross-legged on the floor by the window, sketching with a dull pencil on hospital paper. She looked up. There was no scream. No gasp. Just a smile. “Hey, sister.” The voice came like a rusted bell—familiar, but off. Savannah stood frozen, watching Mira tilt her head. The light caught the hollows under her eyes, the torn edges of her sanity barely held in place. “You’re not surprised,” Mira whispered. “That means they told you. Or… you figured it out. Which one was it?” “I saw you in the footage,” Savannah said carefully. “At first, I thought I was looking at myself.”

Mira answered Mekhi with a sexy smirk playing on her lips, batting her long thick dark eyelashes at him, and Mekhi knew instantly what she wanted. And hell, for the information on this USB, he did not mind doing what he needed to do for it. Mira was a petite, sexy woman with long jet-black hair and a tattoo of a tiger wrapped around her upper right arm, with piercing green eyes. Mekhi did not mind at all. They quickly paid and left to spend the night together, and the next day she told him to give her a few days to work her magic. The next day, on his way back to his community, Mekhi thought of Sacha and recalled last night, he had made passionate love to Mira, hoping to forget about Sacha e

“I will put up a hiring sign tomorrow then I will tell you when we start the interview.” I nodded. “Okay.” After we ate, I washed the dishes alone while Mira took a half bath. And when I got into my bedroom, I saw her sitting in my bed while staring at the screen of my television where her favorite horror film was playing. Though, the movie still pauses as she waits for me. Aside from resting, that is the only thing that she loves to do here whenever she sleepsovers here. She glared at me. “What took you so long?” she complained. She started playing the movie and focused there. I don’t really understand why she loves watching horror movies but she can’t stand watching them alone.

“What happened? What happened to you?” “She grabbed me by my hair Scarlett,” Mira said, and dragged me across the floor and nobody, not one person said a single word. She told me I was going to be her personal lab rat for every experiment she runs.” Her voice dropped. “She is working on something new. Some kind of medicine for wolves. She has been at it for days now and I do not know what it is but this morning she told me I would be the first one to test it.” “Mira.” I kept my voice steady. “Do not touch anything she puts in front of you, do not eat or drink anything from her, and also don’t let yourself be alone with her in the testing section.”

Through the glass, she watched as the woman — Mira — reached out and touched Argan’s hand. > “No...” she whispered shakily. “This can’t be real.” Tears blurred her vision. She took a step back, then turned away — but her legs felt heavy, as though the earth itself wanted to force her to stay and witness her own heartbreak. Inside, Argan remained oblivious to her presence. His eyes saw only Mira — the woman who filled the void left by a ghost. > “Mira,” he said softly, “if I told you I wanted to know you better... would you let me?”

I looked around to make sure no teachers were nearby before lowering my voice. "Nothing that gets anyone seriously hurt." I said with a smirk. They feigned disappointment. I continued before they could interrupt. "I just want someone publicly embarrassed." That got their attention. "There's a reward if you pull it off." "What do we have to do?" I pointed discreetly toward Maria, who was leaving the cafeteria alone with her lunch tray. "Separate her from everyone else." "Take her to the abandoned greenhouse behind the old gym." "And then?" I smiled. "Start a live stream."